(Currently being re-written & grammar fixed outside of wattpad, I will be republishing very soon.)
Josephine Katavana, the sweet librarian you would meet on a normal day at the library, struggling with her anxiety. She thought she knew it all and h...
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The house was clean, and the windows were open in the beautiful spring air.
I pulled out a cooking pot and filled it with some water, putting it on the stove and turning it on, putting in a pinch of salt, and turning to the pasta box next to me.
I guess we were going with pasta for dinner tonight.
I walked out of the kitchen down the hall and to the library, taking one of the books I wanted to start reading and I close the door, walk back to the kitchen and place it on the kitchen island.
A couple of minutes later when it starts to boil, I pour in the pasta and grab something to mix it up a bit.
"Mom! Mom! Look at this!" My five year-old daughter Adelina yells.
"addy! you need to keep quiet; your sister is on the couch sleeping!" I laugh, I pick her up and put her on my hip.
Lucifer and I had two daughters, our five-year-old daughter Adelina Valentino and our youngest who was almost one, Jane.
I bet you can guess where Adelina's name came from.
Also, maybe Jane's.
"Sorry, Mama but look" she holds up one of her dolls and I gasp.
"what did you do to your doll!?" my eyes go wide-eyed when I see the blonde hair now has purple marker spots in her hair and there's a marker for the doll's makeup.
"I made her look like my mommy!" Adelina giggles.
How can I stay mad at her with that giggle?
"your mommy doesn't have purple hair addy" I set her down on the kitchen island and she sits on the counter.
"I know" she sighs "but the pink dress and blonde hair I didn't like." She mixes up her words.
"that's alright, but I hope you cleaned up your mess." I stir the pasta.
"well, I will..." she drifts off.
I go up and kiss her on the head and rubbing her back.
I hear the door open, and a smile comes to my face.
Adelina jumps off the counter and runs back up the stairs, probably scared her father will see the dolls.
I feel warm hands go around my waist and a head goes to the side of my neck.
"good afternoon baby" Lucifer mumbles.
"Hi" I smile and turn around, he pushes me into the kitchen island, and I look up at him, he had a little stubby beard now and his hair was still frizzed. People told us all the time we looked young for our ages.
I was thirty and lucifer was thirty – four.
"you look beautiful today" he kisses my lips.
Even after all these years and now with two children ill never get used to how I feel when I'm with lucifer, so alive and loved.
